Killing them with math... shamefully, I have slain homework in a like manner; I pretend I am some great warrior, and as I write 12. on my lined paper, I am indeed imagining that the twelfth bugbear is charging towards me, and I brandish my Sword of Sharpitude. As I complete the problem I further injure the beast until I finally defeat it.

Yes, I know, I'm strange.

...Interesting comic so far, I'm not sure I quite understand it yet, but I'll read it anyways. (Can math zombies even have allergies?)